Kidnapped by the Arab

Cambell had tried to explain to Thara what was happening, the reason why he had canceled their date, but she wouldn’t allow it. As soon as she heard that the blonde girl from the video was involved, she hung up the call and refused to answer.

He just wished they would deliver the results of the DNA test so he could prove that the child was not his and could continue his life with Thara. He was infatuated with that Cuban girl; he couldn’t get her out of his head.

On the day of the results, Cambell arrived at the hospital with the blonde girl, and they were received by Cambell’s doctor friend, who was already waiting for them.

“Hello, my friend. Ready to receive the results?” the doctor said.

“Ready. I’m sure they’ll be negative,” Cambell replied confidently.

“Please take a seat.”

Cambell was calm because he felt sure that the child was not his.

“I’ll be brief when reading the results, and I’ll try to make it understandable for both of you,” the doctor began. “Genetically, it’s confirmed that the alleged father is the biological father with a probability of 99. 999.”

“What!” Cambell exclaimed, standing up instantly.

“You see? I told you it’s your child,” said Emma, the blonde girl, without showing any emotion.

The doctor left them alone to talk.

“Now what the hell am I going to do? I don’t want to have anything to do with you; you seem despicable, but my child is not to blame for having a mother like you,” Cambell said.

“I don’t want it,” Emma replied.

“Hah! Don’t even think about getting rid of him.”

“That’s not what I meant. Give me ten million dollars when the baby is born, and I’ll disappear from your lives.”

“Ten million dollars for your child? Fine. I like that proposal; it sounds perfect. Today, we’ll sign the agreement, and I’ll call my lawyer to draft it.”

“That works for me.”

Cambell called his lawyer, and everything was set in motion. They arrived at Cambell’s office, where the lawyer was already waiting.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Mason,” said the lawyer.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Morris.”

“Is the agreement ready?”

“Yes, here it is. We just need to add the lady’s name.”

Cambell realized that he didn’t even know the woman’s name.

“I’m Emma Kent. Here’s my identification,” she said, handing it over.

The lawyer left the office to add the name to the document and returned a few minutes later.

“Done. Here’s the document. It’s a copy for each of you.”

Emma read the agreement, which outlined certain clauses. She would stay in a house of Cambell’s choice for the remaining four months until the baby was born. After that, she would have one month to recover and breastfeed the baby, after which she would have to leave the house and stay away from the child. If she decided to return to her son in the future, she would have to pay a compensation of ninety million dollars to Morris and accept that the visitations would be brief and under the conditions set by him.

“Do you accept the conditions stated in the agreement?” the lawyer asked.

“I accept. And when I decide to come back someday, don’t worry; I have no interest in this child whatsoever,” Emma replied.

The lawyer called two people as witnesses to ensure that Emma signed the agreement voluntarily and without any coercion. Cambell was calm because he knew that everything happening in his building was recorded.

They left the corporate office and headed to one of Cambell’s houses. When they arrived, Emma was stunned; it was no ordinary house; it was a luxurious mansion.

“You’ll stay in this house until my child is born. The rest you read in the agreement. You’ll have medical surveillance at all times, won’t be able to leave the house, and your phone will be confiscated. Don’t worry; you won’t get bored; there’s a television with streaming to keep you entertained. You’ll be provided with proper nutrition, and someone will come to guide you through prenatal exercises. I’ll come here until the day my child is born, so you don’t have to worry about my presence,” Cambell explained.

Emma listened silently; she had nothing to say. After all, she had brought this upon herself, and now she just wanted to get out of this mess and forget it all.

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“I won’t. You’re my husband, and my duty is to be by your side,” Vittoria replied.

“You don’t understand; I can’t stand you. This marriage is just a contract. Once my father is gone, the marriage is over.”

Vittoria started crying silently. Carlo couldn’t stand these scenes; he walked away quickly. That woman exasperated him; she had no self-respect or love for herself.

In Dubai, Mía hadn’t seen Ahmed for days. She waited for him at night to talk, but he seemed to be avoiding her.

Amira visited her in her room. She sat in front of Mía and looked her in the eyes before speaking.

“Do you know that my brother and you are in big trouble?” Amira said.

“I know. I don’t understand what happened. Between Ahmed and me, there’s only friendship, nothing more.”

“I don’t know what’s going through my brother’s mind, but if he did it, it’s because he feels something more for you.”

“I don’t think so. He must have felt very pressured in that moment. I think he did it to avoid presenting Aracha as his fiancée.”

Amira headed to Ahmed’s office, which was in another area of the same palace. As she approached, some Spanish diplomats were leaving. She hid behind a column until they were gone.

“Sister, come in. What brings you here?” Ahmed said.

“I need to talk to you. Do you have a moment?”

“For you, always.”

“Mía is confused, and she’s waiting for you to face her. You owe her an explanation.”

“I know, sister, but I’m afraid. I’ve gotten myself into a huge mess.”

“That’s true, and Mom won’t forgive you, especially not her.”

“I’ll host her in my palace and forbid Mom’s entry to keep her safe.”

“I doubt Mom will accept that, but try it. For now, go talk to Mía as soon as you can.”

“I will.”

That night, Ahmed entered Mía’s room. She was lying down with a damp cloth on her face, obviously not feeling well.

“Hello,” Ahmed greeted her.

“Oh, so you remember me now.”

“I’m truly sorry. I got you into a big mess. I couldn’t think of any other way to handle the situation.”

“I figured that was the reason, but you’ve put me in a great deal of trouble.”

“Marry me!”

“What! Are you crazy, Ahmed? I’m going back to the United States tomorrow.”

“If you go back, Carlo will find you and force you to marry him.”

“I know, but what you’re asking can’t be.”

“I need you to listen to me calmly. What I’m about to tell you won’t be easy, or rather, what I’m going to show you. It wasn’t my fault, I assure you.”

Mía didn’t know what Ahmed was referring to. She never thought that accepting his help would lead her into this situation. Ahmed handed her his phone.

“I need you to watch these videos, and please don’t say anything until you’ve seen them all.”

Mía took the phone and started playing those videos. Those images completely clarified everything that happened that night. It was clear how a woman put something in Ahmed’s drink, and he stumbled into her room, which was partially open. They also saw her stumbling down the hallway before trying unsuccessfully to enter Ahmed’s room. Mía already knew the rest.

After a few minutes, tears started streaming down her face. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“How could you deceive me like this?”

“It wasn’t my intention. I couldn’t find the courage to tell you. I searched for you that day more than you can imagine. It was only by chance that I found you at the church.”

“You had everything planned.”

“No, you asked for my help, and I simply gave it to you.”

“Don’t lie! What do you want from me?”

“I want you.”